Sneaking Around

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Present Time - It's Been Awhile

Zizzy laid panting on her back, looking up into the amber hues that stared back down at her. Both were heavily panting — eyes half-lidded after ending their heated make-out session. It'd gotten a slight out of control this night. She was almost nude, and he was only in a pair of boxers and a shirt. Both their hats had been long tossed away, her leggings and clothing removed — carelessly thrown on to the floor. Before the horse rolled off her, he gave her another quick peck on the lips, then laid next to the zebra. He held her hand within his own, giving it a tight squeeze before he'd spoken. "S-Sorry..." He mumbled in between breaths.

"You don't need to apologize, it happens." She'd reassured him, giving his hand a squeeze back. This time they were in his place and not hers. The mess they'd created would be his problem to deal with later. She and Pony had been sneaking around for some time now. It started out where they'd wait until the pair was alone — searching for supplies or survivors. The two would stand near each other while in The Safe Place, just enjoying each other's presence and casting longing looks at one another. But within the past couple of months, their desire grew stronger. She couldn't stand to be away from him — he felt the same.

Everything first started out when he'd saved her life, which the incident shook the zebra and caused her to seek his comfort. One thing leads to another. He'd confessed his feelings. She'd confessed her own. And from there, things went from encounters in the kitchen late in the evening to the laundry area or gym during the day... Any place they could be alone that didn't appear too obvious or questionable to the others. It was becoming infrequent the pair could go out on their own — someone else always wanting to tag along, but this didn't stop them. Things progressed. He would come sneaking into her place or like tonight — she'd gone to his because they wanted to take advantage of the fact Mimi was downstairs tinkering with that old radio they'd brought back from the Outpost.

On her floor, there was Giraffy, George, Renjamond, and her two sisters. The pair were more likely to get caught, and the zebra hated having to lug her own sheets downstairs to wash afterward. This had become a more recent escapade. It looked suspicious every couple of days washing her sheets. Zee was smart. It was always a thought in her mind she might figure it out or Zuzy may burst into her room with a nightmare and catch her in the act. The likelihood of either finding out put the meetings on hold until this night when the opportunity presented itself. She didn't fault Pony for getting excited; it happens, and he had no control over the mess. Both were new at this.

Caught in the heat of the moment — losing herself to the new sensations. Until tonight they'd done little so far, just kissing and rubbing. Nothing as risky as sex. She treaded lightly over the topic — he didn't outright mention it either. But she knew it was on both their minds. Each time instincts took over and this time the steps to remove clothing happened, allowing each other to explore the other's body without the restrictions. Taking a deep breath, having calmed herself, Zizzy moved to gather her clothing from off the floor. She didn't bother putting on her leggings, but just pulled on her dress and placed the hat on top of her head before kissing Pony on the forehead who still laid sprawled out on the bed. She was a sticky mess and needed a shower before bed.

"Make sure nobody sees you." Pony murmured.

"I'll be careful." She replied, nodding and running her fingers through his tangled locks. The zebra wished she could stay with him but it was too risky, so, for now, she wished him a goodnight and they agreed to meet again later — leaving him to clean up the rest of the mess. Alert and watchful, she peeked around each corner before continuing forward. She'd tucked her leggings inside one of her boots to make things appear less suspicious if they caught her on the way to the bathroom.